Even though you feel as though your world has just crumbled, wake up and keep breathing.
Even though her cry sounds like a kitten and you want to punch someone in the throat when they mention it, go to the library, the grocery store, around the block anyway.
Even though she looks like a newborn and can’t even hold her head up and you would rather eat fried worms than get in a bathing suit, take her to that Mommy and Me swim class anyway.
Even though everyone asks if she was a preemie when you tell her she’s a year old and it drives you batshit crazy, go to that party anyway.
Even though you feel as though you should have “Nympho” or “Helookeddesperateanditwasonlyonetime” on your t-shirt because you are 9-months pregnant again and she looks like she was just born, go to Target anyway.
Even though everyone else’s kids are walking and talking and blooming, take her to the gymnastics class anyway.
Even though you’re scared that they won’t take good enough care of her, or she might get sick, or she’ll get hurt, send her to pre-school anyway.
Even though kids might make fun of her, and she doesn’t talk yet, and she walks like a drunken sailor, and the kids are twice her size, send her to Kindergarten anyway.
Even though she’ll spill drinks, and hit babies, and pull hair, go to that school function anyway.
Even though you’ll feel isolated and alone and stressed out while everyone else sits around and relaxes, go to that neighborhood party anyway.
Even though you’re afraid she’s not wanted, that it’s a pity invite, that she won’t be welcomed, send her to that party anyway.
Even though it’s hard, it’s scary, it’s annoying, it’s lonely, it’s sad, it’s not what you wanted, do it anyway.
The most magical things happen when you do.